Page 31 of Bound in Blood
Marco hummed against his ear, clearly very satisfied, dragging a finger down the back of Logan’s neck to the base of his spine. Logan jolted, his vision whiting out, hips bucking against Mateo’s thigh. The friction was enough to elicit a very unmanly sound of desperation. Heneededsomeone to touch him. Immediately. Or he might actually die.
“What do you think,mio fratello?Give him what he wants?” Marco chuckled. “Or should we make him sweat a little longer?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to making him earn it,” Mateo growled, low and hungry. “He’d look so pretty on his knees for us, don’t you agree?”
Logan sucked in a breath, then exhaled a needy whimper. Fuck Marco agreeing,Loganagreed. He’d agree to whatever the fuck they asked for.
“What a good boy. So eager to please.” Mateo lifted his head, making eye contact with Logan. “Would you like that, little fledgling? To get on your knees and see if your gag reflex still works?”
Logan groaned, unable to nod as Marco’s grip was still tight on his hair. He tried his best to plead, to convey hisyes, God, please…with his eyes, but it wasn’t good enough for Mateo.
“Nope. That’s not how we get our way. In this house, we use our words,” Marco scolded. “Let’s try again. Are you going to be a good boy and suck us off?”
“Yes,”Logan growled, needy and desperate and pathetic, “Fuck. Please.”
Marco hummed, a pleased sound low in his throat, before releasing Logan’s hair. He felt the bed shift as Marco sat up, swinging his legs over the edge. Logan turned over onto his back, only a little disappointed at the added distance.
Mateo clicked his tongue, fingers ghosting over Logan’s cheek before sliding underneath his jaw, tilting his face up. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, finger tracing over Logan’s bottom lip. “Keep it up, and we’ll reward you.”
Marco turned to face the two of them, smirking down at Logan, patting his thigh. “Come here,caro.On your knees.”
Logan’s body obeyed before his mind could catch up. He knew, realistically, he wasn’t under compulsion, butfuck, he wasn’t able to verbalize the word ‘no.’ Marco reached out as Logan shakily crawled to meet him at the edge of the bed, gripping his wrist, guiding him until Logan slipped off the bed,sinking onto the floor between Marco’s legs. The shift in position sent a carnal thrill through Logan’s entire body, the slight burn from the rug every time he shifted his knees grounding him as heat pooled low in his stomach.
Marco’s fingers immediately found their way back into Logan’s hair, snaking through the curls next to his ear before entangling near the crown of his head, then yanking backward abruptly until Logan was looking directly at him. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice smooth like honey, “God, you look like you belong here,stellino?*.”
Logan exhaled sharply, hands on his thighs for balance as he stared up at Marco, at his own reflection there in Marco’s gaze. He held eye contact, watching Marco’s pupils blow wide, almost swallowing up the entire iris. Vaguely, he heard Mateo slide off the bed, standing in Logan’s peripheral before circling around behind him, a predator sizing up his prey.
“Don’t leave him waiting, Marco,” Mateo murmured from behind Logan, his voice edged with amusement at Logan’s desperation. Logan barely had time to register the cool press of fingers on the back of his neck before Marco’s grip in his hair tightened, demanding his focus.
“I’m getting there,” Marco chided, smirk sharp enough to cut. Was that a fang poking out of his lip? “I want to savor this.”
Logan swallowed hard, and Marco tracked the movement with his eyes. His lips parted on instinct, and yes, Logan could clearly see the fangs now. Logan could feel his breath coming out a little too quickly, a little too needy. Fuck, if they’d have led with the vampire thing from the jump, Logan wasn’t entirely sure hewouldn’thave gotten on his knees in the bathroom.
Marco tugged again at Logan’s hair, hard enough to sting, forcing him back into the present. “Take my cock out,piccolo?*.”
Logan’s fingers trembled in anticipation as they found the waistband of Marco’s pajama pants. His heartbeat, which hadslowed considerably since his turning, was pounding loud in his ears. The room felt hotter, heavier, the weight of the moment pressing down at him from all sides.
Marco’s thighs tensed beneath Logan’s hands as he slowly tugged the fabric down, just enough to expose what he’d been aching for. He took Marco’s cock in his hands, stroking the length of it, just once, to see what kind of reaction he’d get. Logan swallowed hard, his mouth going dry at the sight of him. Pale skin, a sharp contrast of dark hair, the way his entire body shuddered at Logan’s touch.
“So obedient,” Mateo purred from behind Logan, the quiet praise sending a shiver straight up his spine. “I knew you’d be good for us.” His fingers teased at the back of Logan’s neck, down his shoulders, tension melting away at his touch.
Marco exhaled as Logan stared up at him, waiting for his command. The gold of Marco’s eyes was all but gone, a half-feral vampire in the place of the sweet, doting man Marco had been. Logan’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, which earned him a sharp “Don’t tease,” from Marco. He loosened his grip on Logan’s hair, only slightly, giving him room to move a little closer.
“Aprire.?*”Marco murmured, and though Logan didn’t speak a word of Italian, he understood the command, obeying without question.
Logan parted his lips as Marco released the grip on his hair. He wasn’t given a reprieve, however, as Mateo’s hand replaced his brother’s within half a second, his hold just as unrelenting. Marco’s newly freed fingers trailed along his jaw, a feather-light reward for doing as he was told.
“Good…” he said simply, thumb tracing over Logan’s bottom lip before slipping inside, testing. Logan let his mouth open a bit further, all too eager to prove himself.
Behind him, Mateo chuckled, though it was laced with something harsh, “Quit playing with your food, Marco. You’re not the only one hungry.”
Marco rolled his eyes, but seemingly conceded, his thumb pressing down on Logan’s tongue, willing his jaw to open further as he slid it out of Logan’s mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, he guided Logan’s mouth to the head of his cock, a single bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Logan’s tongue darted out, capturing it into his mouth before Marco could tell him no, which earned a hiss of approval.
Finally,finally,Marco slid forward, pressing the blunt head of his cock to Logan’s parted lips, Mateo releasing the hold on his hair to allow him to move enough to take it in. Once he had, Marco grabbed hold of the back of Logan’s head, pushing him down a little rougher than Logan expected. Logan took his entire length in, relaxing his throat as best he could with the little time he was given. Marco held him there for a moment, groaning as his fingers twisted tightly into Logan’s hair. He babbled in Italian as Logan swallowed him down, words Logan could only assume were of encouragement and adoration and?—
A sharp knock at the front door rang through the room like a shotgun. They wereupstairsfor Christ’s sake, how was it soloud?
“Ignore it,” Marco growled, low and angry, like he would kill anyone intruding on the moment. Logan obeyed without question, lips dragging up the length of Marco’s cock as he slid him out of his mouth to the tip. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking on the head, was ready to swallow him down again?—
